Many things, not the least of which (maybe it is) is posting 100 blog entries. Yet, on occasion, it has been suggested that I lead a boring life. True, I've never been to France, still I protest, "au contraire!"
I have vacationed on the shores of Miami, Puerto Rico, and Martha's Vineyard.
I have been to numerous ball parks from New York to San Francisco, from Boston to Baltimore.
I been been to several World Series games; one of them heartbreaking.
I accumulated and dissipated an eclectic 300 plus vinyl record collection featuring such artists as Biff Rose and The Rotary Connection.
I have eaten horse meat. And kangaroo.
I railed thru Canada.
I have cruised the subways of New York and the seas of the Carribean.
I have attended concerts provided by such luminaries as The Chambers Brothers and the legendary High Priestess of Soul, Miss Nina Simone.
I have been to broadway.
I have been ON Broadway (intermission of "Hair," 1969.)
I played little league for two years, curiously never hitting a home run, but I did slide into third base countless times for triples, the most exciting play in baseball.
I have survived an intense allergic reaction to a perfect storm of food ingredients and atmospheric conditions.
I helped create and sustain an imaginary baseball league for an embarassing number of years.
I helped raise a family.
I simultaneously endured and thrived in a 35 year career of middle management, an exhausting masquerade.
I danced at daughter's wedding.
What have I done
lately? Well, that's a different story. Not much, I suppose, but as I have stated here numerous times before................I'm content.
I read, I walk, I search for bargains in grocery stores and thrift shops.
I marvel at the accomplishments of my daughters.
I adore my grandchildren.
I share the bliss of daily life with my bride.
I retired. I had to, in order to have time to count my blessings.
Merry Christmas. Share the love.